My mother-in-law looked at my 38-week pregnant belly, told my husband,

“That money was Ethan’s too!” Ashley shouted.

“No,” I said. “It was mine. Just like the house. The car. The accounts. The life you treated like an endless resource.”

Ethan lowered his voice.

“I’ll fix this when I see you.”

“You’ll see me if my lawyer allows it. And you’ll meet your son when a judge decides.”

A sharp silence followed.